Chapter 560 78 Interlude: Soul of Night

Chapter 560 78. Interlude: Night Soul

Sevatar knew Shen's affairs very well, but he never said it.

The Night Soul was too old, just as old as he and Shen, so they had already completed silent communication when he boarded it.

The Night Soul informed him of Shen's departure with the hollow sound of the wind, and Sevatar used silent silence to let it know that revenge was coming.

What he said was true. It has always been like this, and the people he swore to kill have never escaped, but this time it was different. Erebus was not killed by him alone, and the decisive blow came from the Night Soul.

And he was just a spark, responsible for directly detonating the boiling rage of this ancient warship.

Sevatar did not see its end, but he was sure that when the adamantine keel of the Night Soul gradually turned into ashes in the flames of revenge, it must have been happy.

It avenged Shen.

So what about him?

Yago Sevitarion fell rapidly with a gloomy face, and his weapon was thrown by Kabanha.

The dust-like things that could not be called clouds tore his armor and his vision, and the dark wings of the demon that covered the sky occupied the only part that was left. In the strong wind, it fought with Kabanha, and every collision between the claws and the giant sword changed the color of the sky.

Black or scarlet, two ancient colors that have existed since ancient times, two colors that have survived from the oldest place in human history. Now, they are splashing and waving in the sky of Cos, treating it as a canvas that can be used at will.

Kabanha's wild laughter is another embellishment, not thunder, but far better than thunder, cruel but courageous. Its opponent is not like this, Shen only knows silence.

Sevitar couldn't help laughing during the fall - what a symbolic silence, my dear brother.

In the wind, he reached out and grasped his chainsaw halberd, then calmly turned over, facing the ground that had been completely covered by the scarlet demon army, with the psychic light in his eyes blooming wildly.

"Boom!"

He smashed into them all at once, and then began to fight.

He swung the halberd over and over again. The single-molecule saw blades should have been bent. They were not designed to be durable, but now they are still extremely sharp and can easily tear the flesh and blood of any demon that stands in the way.

Psychic energy poured out of his body. This instinct that had been suppressed for 10,000 years was completely integrated into every cell of his body during the battle, making him extraordinarily powerful.

His power was pure enough to cut through the armor of the steel bull with a simple slash, and his speed was as fast as a "Meteor" shuttle flying close to the ground. The extreme spacecraft, which was only equipped with heavy machine guns, had the fastest speed that Sevitar had ever seen in his life.

He completely transformed into a storm of death. Even those demons on the edge would be completely chewed up by this dark storm with completely unquestionable violence.

He killed and ran all the way, and arrived at the ruins of a fortress of the Calth people.

This place has been burned down. The bodies of the workers, scientists and soldiers inside were thrown casually on the roadside, and their skulls were piled up in a Jingguan.

Some demons of Khorne once claimed that they only wanted the heads of the strong. In Sevatar's view, they were farting. These things don't care about the strength of their opponents at all. They just want to slaughter and see rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

Perhaps a big demon like Kabanha who is allowed to have his own will can barely resist the temptation of slaughter, but those bloodthirsty vampires don't care so much.

He rushed into the fortress, and thousands of demons roared behind him.

+Sevatar, the captain of the regiment. +

A voice rushed into his mind, with calmness and a kind of iconic nothingness. Sevatar didn't answer immediately. He didn't want to do so. He rushed to the depths of the fortress and found a man-made hall among the collapsed ruins.

Every fortress has vertical tunnels and supporting facilities that lead directly to the underground of Kos, and this place is no exception, but the man-made explosion has buried most of its existence.

Sevatar waved his arms and roared, turning his psychic energy into a tidal flame that spread out from under his feet.

These flames burned the collapsed ruins and large pieces of building debris into ashes in just an instant, and a huge deep pit appeared in front of Sevatar.

He jumped into it without hesitation, and at the same time used psychic energy to form a maze at the entrance. This could not stop the blood god's demon army for long, but it could buy him some time.

He began to fall again, and the rock walls on both sides were full of symbols, sentences or names, as well as one winding cave after another. This huge pit was not dug in a day. It was the people of Kos who devoted themselves to it generation after generation, and created this miracle with their own hands.

Those caves were their former homes, and the traces left behind were naturally carved out by them.

No one wants to be forgotten.

+Captain, please come to the underground quickly, we are waiting. +

Sevata gritted his teeth and roared inhumanly from the depths of his chest.

+Fuck you, hunter.+

+Shen was summoned by us voluntarily, Captain. Soul Hunter respects all the brave people who are willing to die. Please believe that we are not extreme people. +

On the psychic side, the hunter sent a location coordinate, and then left, very straightforward. Sevatar could no longer feel his cold and icy thoughts, but his own mind was now as manic as if it was being burned by fire.

So many years. A voice slowly spoke in his heart. You are still stupid, paranoid and short-sighted, you just can't be indifferent to the death of others.

You don't have this beautiful quality, Yago, from the beginning to the end, you have always been the cowardly child who lives on the dirty streets, watching rats gnaw on the fingers of the dead but dare not step forward.

So hug me, so that you can get enough strength to bear everything.

Go away. Sevatar thought coldly.

The voice went away without regret, and revealed the last picture. In the illusion that seemed true and false, Sevatar saw Caril Rohals took out Robert Guilliman's heart with both hands.

He tore the picture apart abruptly, and then began to warn himself not to let down his guard.

It, the voice that warned Sevatar. It has existed for a long time. In fact, it has existed for as long as Sevatar has existed.

It used to appear beside young Yago Sevatarion in the form of a black dog, a crow, or a reflection in the rain. After he became the first reserve, it disappeared for a long time until recently.

Until the seal left by the mourning bird Fir Zarost was completely lifted, and then this thing made a comeback.

Sevatar would not say that he enjoyed its company. In his opinion, this thing was just a side effect of psychic power, but it was a bit too serious.

Owning it was like a civilian going to a famous greedy banker in the local area to borrow money. In addition to the principal and interest that must be repaid, he had to worry about the banker's thugs all the time.

And this thing is a thug, and the most terrifying kind of thug, the kind of beast that would beat others to paralysis for a little money and didn't care what would happen next.

Sevata landed lightly, the additional effect of gravity on him no longer existed. He didn't even bend his knees to relieve the force, as if he had just stepped down a step, and arrived at the underground of Kos.

The blood god's demon army was still wreaking havoc here, and the artificially excavated underground cave system was now flooded with blood. Sevata forced himself not to look at the pale corpses, but just moved forward.

He was not a Kos person, and he didn't know this place as well as they did, but he was a psychic, and maybe a very powerful psychic, he didn't need to know this place very well to find his way here.

In less than ten minutes, Sevata ran to the coordinates provided by the hunter. This was a very huge space, so big that it was even a bit awe-inspiring.

The hundred soul hunters stood not far from him, and a dim light was lighting up under their feet, revealing the existence of a complex magic circle. Sevata glanced at it and recognized that it was another summoning circle.

His eyes twitched, and he crossed a distance of several hundred meters in two or three steps and arrived in front of the hunter. The latter opened his eyes just in time, and the turbid white disappeared, replaced by a pure white of nothingness.

He nodded to Sevatar and said, "The summoning array is ready for you, my lord."

"Should I thank you for this?" Sevatar asked.

He smashed the chain saw halberd to the ground, and it was deeply embedded in the edge of the array, and the entire head was completely immersed in the hard rock wall.

The hunter did not speak, but just shook his head, gestured to his brothers, and began to warm up the array. The chanting sounded immediately afterwards, and the light of the array began to bloom, as dazzling and bright as a rising sun.

Sevatar walked past him, his eyes penetrated the darkness of the space here, and saw many scenes that made him more and more angry.

He saw countless civilians taking refuge here, and there were more people riding vehicles under the protection of the Sons of Calth and their auxiliary troops.

Then there was a precarious line of defense. The Shadow Knights, Judgment Blades, Scarlet Claws, and Midnight Blades—four chapters of the Children of the Night were fighting side by side with the Sons of Calth.

The auxiliary army and the Skitarii of the Mechanicus were interspersed among them, and the Mechanicus priests and heavy firepower troops provided fire cover behind them. The destructive firepower manipulated by these people was the only reason why the line of defense could continue to this day.

The Mechanicus that has continued to this day on Calth did not inherit their "glorious" tradition of hiding private things. Various weapons that Sevatar had never seen were shining brightly.

But this was still just a drop in the bucket, and it could only be said to slightly slow down the momentum of the demons' advance.

Their number was endless, and this was the case with every demon invasion. Before a certain door was closed, they did not need to worry about any military problems at all.

War is cruel, but if one side does not have to care about the number of casualties, it will no longer be cruel.

Sevatar turned around and looked at the hunter himself. At this moment, the scriptures he was hanging on his body were flying up and down in the light. They were not any language that had ever been popular in this universe.

So far, there are still very few people who understand and use it. Even Sevatar only knows that it is a cuneiform script, and its words are as red as blood.

"How long will it take?" he asked.

"Five minutes." The hunter answered his question in a calm voice, but his chanting did not stop.

He was making two completely different sounds at the same time, one was extremely calm and extremely rational, and the other was extremely fanatical, which made people know how devout he was.

Sevatar frowned sternly.

The cries of civilians echoed in this huge cave, the artillery fire shook the ground, and the air was filled with a bloody smell that was enough to choke people. The shouts for Kos collided between corpses, bombs and blades, and turned into an indescribable echo in the laughter of the demons.

"Too slow." Sevatar said mercilessly. "I want you to be faster."

"Five minutes has a special meaning in mysticism, my lord, this is already the fastest speed."

"Shut up and go back to your work!" Sevatar roared, and then pulled out his chain saw halberd. His action was so rough, but it did not hurt the magic circle at all, even though it was still deeply trapped at the edge of the magic circle half a second ago.

The gravel flew, he calmed down, and for the first time, he began to actively call for darkness to cover himself. This was not stealth technology, but something completely opposite.

The world in front of Sevata was completely covered by darkness in an instant, and all living creatures became simple gray and scarlet colors, and their vital points were pointed out one by one by the whispering darkness with twisted and slender fingers.

They were looking forward to killing, but this was not why Sevata called them. He suppressed the urge to leave and began to walk here.

Some large or small beings passed by him, some ignored him, and some were full of malice - just as Caryl Rohals said, there were more than just monsters like them in the darkness.

Sevata continued to move forward, and in the non-existent time, he easily reached the front of the line.

Then he strode out, the darkness disappeared, and he appeared in front of everyone without any sign. The roar of the chainsaw halberd suddenly sounded, inserted into this war concerto, bringing bloody slaughter and lightning storms like divine punishment.

The regret is that his killing did not last long, and five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Sevatar returned to the center of the magic circle from the darkness without a second's delay.

He panted and clenched his fists, and began to call the Night Soul. His power continued to pour into the magic circle, the air began to become sticky, and the vaguely visible huge lines were slowly outlined in the blooming light.

A fleeting picture emerged in Sevatar's mind, that was a hideous burning warship rushing out from the deepest part of the bone wasteland.

He turned this picture into reality.

The Night Soul responded to their call and came from the depths of the subspace. The engine roared and the artillery roared.